Aishiteru. Funny how this foreign word makes "i love you" sound so puny. Don't you think so too? It's okay it doesn't matter what you think because for once all what matters in this corner of the world is what I think. Lucky me, the only place this matters is cyberspace and in a corner i let only one person see. Funny you wonder? Funny or bitter i dare not ponder. Maybe we need a new word for love, maybe then we wont take saying it so lightly. Why does "Aishiteru" sound like an eternal pledge to me when i love you sounds like every song i hear, every other book i read and every shackle i imagine? Those three words have become our world's greatest cliche'; just vile words, more vile that gum stuck under a desk.
I pity those words that lost their meaning. Imagine the color red loosing its meaning like that. Wouldn't it be a shame? When red is still there but no one can conceive its presence, its beauty and its variations and versatility? Can you imagine a world where red is just like blue or green? any other color.....but red.
Yet here's a sadder thought. Imagine red loosing all its meaning but the value of its wave length in the color spectrum in the same way love is dissected into quantitative measurements. Its too late now for love but i think I'd be sad for that poor color, more sad than the usual that is.
I pity those words that lost their meaning. Imagine the color red loosing its meaning like that. Wouldn't it be a shame? When red is still there but no one can conceive its presence, its beauty and its variations and versatility? Can you imagine a world where red is just like blue or green? any other color.....but red.
Yet here's a sadder thought. Imagine red loosing all its meaning but the value of its wave length in the color spectrum in the same way love is dissected into quantitative measurements. Its too late now for love but i think I'd be sad for that poor color, more sad than the usual that is.
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